Prompt: Write a two page descriptive essay of a place without using I
Maroon and Grey
Way out back behind Andrews High lies four recently resurfaced tennis courts. The maroon and grey courts are the home of the tennis team. They scream Andrews, and fill the athletes with school spirit as they are painted the school colors, maroon and grey. The perfectly smoothed out asphalt creates a sanctuary for tennis. In the center of each court lies a brand new shiny net with no ratty holes which has been the case the previous three years. The net is big and powerful. It is the enemy. Its web catches all balls that are hit too low. The courts are enclosed in a tall metal fence separating the tennis players from the world, and the obnoxious donkeys and farm animals in the pasture next to it. Wood benches slowly rotting away sit on the side of the courts. They are where the player sits to rest for a short minute in between points, but they could really break in half at any moment. Beside them lies a puke stain from an intense match. On the side of the court lies the score card with a red and black side. We are the black side because it is one of our school colors. The score card is sometimes the enemy, and sometimes the best friend depending on the outcome of the match. On the other side of the court is a large sign displaying the names of the Varsity players each year. Looking up and seeing my name as well as the now college tennis players that have gone before me gives me encouragement to live up to those names.
The courts are filled with many unique sounds. The peaceful ping of the ball hitting the racket will be heard. Players loudly grunt when they are hitting a ball with power. Many times players yelling at themselves to "come on" and "pull it together" are heard. "Good Point", and "You got this" are being yelled from the bleachers by teammates and parents. An explosion of clapping is always present after a good point. The clicks of a camera echo across the court as yearbook photographers, school newspaper photographers, and parents capture pictures of the matches. Shoes screech as they slide across the court when players are sprinting to a ball. The sound of pump up songs from the baseball players as well as donkeys making mating calls distract the players. The coaches can be heard whispering strategies to the players.
Its also a place with a roller coaster of emotions. The tension can sometimes be cut with a knife. Coaches are on the edge of their seat as they watch their player play out a grueling point. Sometimes matches get heated and the opponents will literally try to hit each other with the balls. Sometime the opponent will make a bad call( call a ball is out when it is really on the line) creating extreme rage in the player and the audience. Extreme anger is radiated when a player is loosing and complete happiness when a player wins.
Maroon and Grey
Way out back behind Andrews High lies four recently resurfaced tennis courts. The maroon and grey courts are the home of the tennis team. They scream Andrews, and fill the athletes with school spirit as they are painted the school colors, maroon and grey. The perfectly smoothed out asphalt creates a sanctuary for tennis. In the center of each court lies a brand new shiny net with no ratty holes which has been the case the previous three years. The net is big and powerful. It is the enemy. Its web catches all balls that are hit too low. The courts are enclosed in a tall metal fence separating the tennis players from the world, and the obnoxious donkeys and farm animals in the pasture next to it. Wood benches slowly rotting away sit on the side of the courts. They are where the player sits to rest for a short minute in between points, but they could really break in half at any moment. Beside them lies a puke stain from an intense match. On the side of the court lies the score card with a red and black side. We are the black side because it is one of our school colors. The score card is sometimes the enemy, and sometimes the best friend depending on the outcome of the match. On the other side of the court is a large sign displaying the names of the Varsity players each year. Looking up and seeing my name as well as the now college tennis players that have gone before me gives me encouragement to live up to those names.
The courts are filled with many unique sounds. The peaceful ping of the ball hitting the racket will be heard. Players loudly grunt when they are hitting a ball with power. Many times players yelling at themselves to "come on" and "pull it together" are heard. "Good Point", and "You got this" are being yelled from the bleachers by teammates and parents. An explosion of clapping is always present after a good point. The clicks of a camera echo across the court as yearbook photographers, school newspaper photographers, and parents capture pictures of the matches. Shoes screech as they slide across the court when players are sprinting to a ball. The sound of pump up songs from the baseball players as well as donkeys making mating calls distract the players. The coaches can be heard whispering strategies to the players.
Its also a place with a roller coaster of emotions. The tension can sometimes be cut with a knife. Coaches are on the edge of their seat as they watch their player play out a grueling point. Sometimes matches get heated and the opponents will literally try to hit each other with the balls. Sometime the opponent will make a bad call( call a ball is out when it is really on the line) creating extreme rage in the player and the audience. Extreme anger is radiated when a player is loosing and complete happiness when a player wins.